Carnival Row (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Darius?
I've got a plan to open the Row.
You? A half-blood bastard?
You're looking
at the half-blood bastard son
of Absalom Breakspear.
Incoming!
You may call me Leonora.
Why have I been left here?
I'm sure you'll find out
soon, ziska.
Agreus?
Cover! Attention!
Major Vir,
is it not?
Well, I would like
to talk to you discreetly.
I believe I can persuade
the chancellor to send aid
to the Pact in its battle
against the New Dawn.
This contract increases
your ownership stake
in my factory
by a considerable amount.
It's
a dark magic.
She breathed
something into me.
Suddenly it was like I was
inside someone else.
Did you know
about the Black Raven's plan?
It was my plan.
You need to come quick.
They killed Dahlia and Bolero.
How the hell'd
they get 'em up there?
Still playing detective, then.
Crime's been committed.
Police'll have to investigate.
Heads on spikes, again.
The police probably did this.
Philo!
Here, keep 'em back, lads.
Ah, that's a nasty business.
It's fucked.
So what do you reckon?
Happened sometime between
3:00 and 4:00 in the morning.
Guards probably saw something,
but they won't talk, not to me.
- Right.
- Berwick!
Collared our man already?
We sent for your lot hours ago.
What, before breakfast?
Look, lads, someone's made
a mess on our lovely wall.
No one's gone
anywhere near it.
Preserved the scene.
You mean this scene?
This crime scene right here?
Careful, Sarge.
You don't want to destroy
any important evidence,
now do we?
In a couple of hours,
this'll be all over the Row.
Well, we can't have that,
can we?
When word gets out
police came, did nothing,
it'll get nasty.
Well, the Black Raven
should have thought about that
before they tried to kill
the chancellor.
- What?
- Last night.
A gang of them tried to slit
young Breakspear's throat.
That's not what I heard.
Well, I was there.
I took one of them
down myself.
So whoever did this
did us a favor.
Fuck them.
Fuck off.
Let's go, lads.
Who the hell does
this Philostrate think he is?
The only good Critch
is a dead Critch.
Ain't that right, lads?
Eh?
Watch it!
It's him.
- He killed Oona.
- Don't. Not here.
Like I'll get another chance.
You'll only get
yourself killed.
She wouldn't want that.
Come on, lads.
Thatch!
- Point made.
- Sorry, Philo.
But you can't fix this
by following the rules.
Rules weren't made for us.
Go on.
Get 'em down.
They deserve a proper send-off.
The fae are getting enraged.
It's not safe for you here now.
Chancellor's man?
Yes, but I had to speak to you.
Listen. Last night,
Lady Fortune smiled on us.
- We got lucky.
- Lucky how?
The chancellor was humiliated.
He was mortified.
He may even topple from power
without you having to stick
your neck out, so let's wait.
No more talk about making
your lineage public.
There's no time to wait.
Yeah.
But last night I got a new idea.
One that may force open the
gates of the Row even sooner.
- Explain.
- No.
I don't want you to be involved.
If it succeeds,
you'll see the results.
But, um...
if I fail and get arrested,
well, we'll go back
to your original plan.
So you came all this way
to ask me to keep my trap shut.
No.
To ask you to trust me.
I'll keep my trap shut.
For now.
Good man. Thank you.
Come along. Inside we go.
Last night, our inner sanctum
was attacked by fanatics.
But crude and violent
though their methods were,
we are not blind to
the suffering of the fae folk
on Carnival Row.
We bring food,
medicine.
The Burgue will always
reach out its hand
to the helpless
and humble.
It's not a human disease.
Only the Pix can catch it.
All the same, I'd rather not
take that chance.
He's gone.
Here. I hope these help.
Thank you.
There are more of these
where they came from,
I assure you.
Thank you, my dear.
It's as if you were sent
by the Martyr himself.
This will not be forgotten.
The Burgue will do everything
in its power
to ease the suffering here.
Miss, please.
- Can you help my baby, miss?
- No.
- She needs medicine, too.
- Sorry.
- Please.
- I...
Sorry, I...
Please, miss, please.
Please don't let
my baby die.
Madam, please hold still.
We must capture this moment.
And...
Philo? Philo.
Come here.
You're gonna think
I've gone completely barmy.
What is it?
Have you been having...
odd dreams and visions
and that sort of thing?
What?
No.
Shit.
We were both there when
the Haruspex breathed her last,
so I just thought you might...
No?
Never mind.
Spit it out.
All right.
Everyone knew
that old witch had the sight.
Right?
Now, I think
that when she died, she...
she did something to me.
I saw the two Black Raven die.
In a vision.
A vision?
I didn't think it was real.
Not until I saw those heads
on the wall this morning
and I realized what I saw was...
I saw them
get attacked
on a church spire.
There was this...
hideous gargoyle.
And then, when I woke up,
my hands were covered
in rabbit's guts.
And if that wasn't
disgusting enough,
yesterday,
it was a poor cat.
Right after I'd seen this
military man getting jumped.
You had a vision of
a military man getting jumped?
Thank you, Philo.
I realize I'm completely insane.
Army soldier.
Outside a brick barracks
across the river?
How do you know that?
Tell me everything you saw.
Major Vir.
Thank you for meeting.
Mr. Millworthy.
Let me be brief.
The weapons
your government wants,
well, they can have them.
In a matter of weeks,
not months,
if necessary.
All you have to do is ask.
And you'd be prepared
to broker this deal?
Your ambassador spoke
of the need
to prevent an unnatural alliance
between fae and human cultures.
I find I agree,
and I wish
to offer my assistance.
Curious.
I had been given
to understand
that you've spent
your short political career
advocating
for the rights of the fae.
Dear me, huh?
I must get better spies.
I assure you,
there is no ulterior motive.
With respect,
Mr. Millworthy,
if you plan
to last long in politics,
I advise you to develop
an ulterior motive.
Preferably two or three.
Yes. Perhaps I should.
Very well.
I'll bring your...
offer to my ambassador.
Don't let me down,
Mr. Millworthy.
They won't investigate.
But I will.
You know, I've always respected
the Black Raven.
Yeah, they're flashy fuckers,
but efficient.
And they knew how to keep
to their patch.
Glad they got
a decent send-off.
Good.
Then you won't mind
helping me out.
No. No more favors.
I don't work with police.
I'm not police.
Not anymore.
But you're asking me
to get a message to a copper.
Constable Berwick, yeah.
He's one of the good ones.
And you wonder
why everyone in here hates you.
Listen, mate.
You know what I do?
I run a gang.
Dress it up how you like,
but that's what
it comes down to.
The Black Raven...
they're a gang.
I respect that.
But coppers...
you're a gang, too.
Just bigger and meaner.
But you?
You go around
pretending you're not.
Your head's
still in the gang,
but the rest of you's stuck
in here with the rest of us.
This is not about me.
Do you not give a fuck
what happens to the Row?
I'm a businessman,
Mr. Philostrate,
and what the Black Raven
just did
was very, very bad
for business.
Good luck to them.
But she got what was coming.
Nobody deserves
to die like that.
They knew the risks.
Pulling that stunt
in front of the chancellor.
Made him look weak.
He can't let that go.
They were asking for help.
Then they're idiots.
The only help any of us lot are
ever gonna get from the Burgue
is more boots up our arses.
Which reminds me,
you can take your Marrok friend
with you when you go.
We had a deal.
Darius stays here.
Yeah, well, that was before
your missus and her mates
made all that trouble.
Take it up with her,
if you like.
But you get
your pal out of here.
Where is he supposed to go?
Not my puppy,
not my problem.
You want him off your hands,
you deliver my message.
Or I could toss him in the alley
with the rest of the strays!
You really want a Marrok for
an enemy at a time like this?
I thought
you were a businessman.
All right!
What's the message?
Where we going?
The only place I can be sure
no one'll bother you.
Not your place, then.
We don't need a guard dog
right now, thanks.
So, you and the missus,
settling down, then?
The missus...
...she'd rather get winged
than settle down.
Miserable sod like you...
can't say that I blame her.
It's this place.
The Row.
There's no peace here
for people like us.
People like us
don't get peace.
Not anywhere.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Orphans.
Martyrites. Soldiers.
We have to see the world
as it is.
The world is what you make it.
The world is shit, Philo.
And here I thought
you'd be the one to cheer me up.
Yeah, well, prison and war have
set me straight on a few things.
I'm a changed man.
In more ways than one.
You're not the only one.
Yeah, I heard you made
a spectacle of yourself
up at the palace.
Philo Breakspear's debut.
It didn't come off.
The Ravens showed up.
Vingette probably sent 'em.
Did she?
Well, good on her.
She knows what she's about,
your missus.
Does she?
She's thinks I'm still police.
Oh, I wonder where
she got that idea from.
I'm half Critch,
for fuck's sake.
Do you know
what your trouble is?
No. Tell me, Darius,
what's my trouble?
Your trouble is, being a Critch
isn't in your heart,
it's in your head.
Mm.
- You done?
- Yeah, I'm done.
Well, let's get you off the road
before you get hungry.
Oh...
That's low, Philo.
That is fucking low.
Sir.
We have orders to take you
to the chancellor.
Mr. Millworthy.
Chancellor.
I, uh...
I seem to remember
that I appointed you
as my special advisor
because I was in need
of a steadying influence.
An honest man.
Was I mistaken?
Chancellor, I have always been
truthful and frank with you,
to, uh...
to the best of my ability.
And I shall always be.
Then please enlighten me
as to why you were seen
at the funeral
of the very Pix
that attacked
the banquet last night.
I made no secret
of attending the funeral, sir.
I have longstanding
relationships with the Pix.
As you know, Chancellor.
Indeed, I do.
I'm going to ask you
a very important question,
and I'll ask it only once.
Understood?
Did you know
that the Black Raven
planned to disrupt
our reception?
- No, sir, I did not.
- Are you sure?
I have never been
more surprised in my life.
And my life has been...
quite surprising.
- Dismissed.
- Sir.
The, uh...
...Pact ambassador's
aide-de-camp...
Uh, Major Vir?
Vir, yes.
He's, uh...
he's just made the rudest,
most irritating request.
Has he, now?
Gentlemen,
we need not descend
into girlish hysteria simply
because the Pact have asked
for their weapons sooner.
I propose that,
on a limited basis,
we reopen Carnival Row.
After what happened
at Balefire?
With that Pix disease
running rampant?
- Preposterous.
- Let Miss Longerbane finish, Nigel.
Thank you, Chancellor.
I think we can all agree
that we need these fae workers
back in our factories
to ramp up production
and meet
this new deadline.
We can do it, gentlemen,
if you have the will.
We'd only pay them token wages,
of course.
Let the strongest of them
out on day release.
That could...
mollify the Row
and the ambassador,
in the bargain.
Precisely so, Chancellor.
A sound plan,
Miss Longerbane.
Then our parties can agree.
Chancellor, a word?
- What is it now, Winetrout?
- Forgive me, sir,
but I must warn you
about Miss Longerbane.
She plays the humanitarian,
sir, but her project is profit.
Profit and larceny.
I've never seen
- a more dec...
- What profit are you talking about, Winetrout?
Those factories
she's so keen to reopen.
She owns those factories.
She's been buying them up
behind our backs.
And you have proof
of this, do you?
Chancellor,
she's covered her tracks well.
- But I can and will find hard evidence.
- I suggest
you bring it to me then
and stop wasting my time
with partisan slander.
Hmm? Come back to me
when you've proof.
Not before.
But, Chancellor, surely...
Please don't oblige me
to call the guards.
Good day to you, Mr. Winetrout.
Sir.
Hello?
- Ah! Mr. Spurnrose.
- Ah!
Mr. Pembroke.
Louisa.
Surely you're not moving?
We should miss you terribly.
Not at all. Just...
getting rid of some old relics.
Has there been any word
of Imogen?
None. Uh, see,
the damned Puck is... Well,
he's hiding her too well.
Sorry. Uh...
I beg your pardon. What
is your reason for visiting?
We've heard rumors.
- Just rumors, of course.
- Louisa.
Well, he ought to know
what people are saying.
It's better he hear it
from us than
some interfering busybodies.
Yes, of course. Uh...
What are these rumors?
It's been suggested
that your sister
was not kidnapped at all.
That she went with the Puck
of her own free will.
That is, uh...
outrageous.
That's what I said.
Absolute nonsense.
And, um,
who is spreading this slander?
Well, my char
heard it from a cook,
who heard it from her sister,
who heard it from
the Puck's man.
The valet.
Fergus, I think his name was?
But you know how
servants talk.
The man seems awfully loyal.
Telling anyone who'd
listen that his master
and Imogen actually eloped.
- Preposterous.
- Yes.
Well, I can trust
that you won't, uh,
dignify such lies any longer.
- Of course not.
- Of course.
Of course.
Of course.
Sure that you
can see yourselves out.
Thank you for your time.
Philo.
We've been at this all day.
This is the last bloody church
I'm taking you to.
Tourmaline?
Yeah?
That gargoyle.
Is that what you saw?
Yeah, that's it.
The exact one.
Good.
Then this is the place.
Well, um, I'd best
leave you to it, then.
No. We might need you.
Please.
Careful.
Well, I found the bodies.
Oh!
I... I'm gonna be sick.
How the fuck they end up there?
What killer could take out
two Black Raven on a steeple?
Not a human. That's clear.
Must have been a Pix.
Same one that did
the lieutenant, maybe.
Give us a hand.
Is there anything more you
can tell us about the killer?
No, I never saw him.
I just saw through his eyes.
I saw the old Haruspex read
the guts of a critter once.
That's how the visions
are made, isn't it?
Oh, no. No, no, no. No.
It's evil magic, Philo.
All right.
That's the worst part.
It's over.
If it doesn't work, at least
you'll know you tried.
I hate you.
What the bloody hell?
Filthy Critch!
Tourmaline?
What happened?
What did you see?
Kaine.
Kaine!
What?
We're not giving up that easy.
Our dead wouldn't want that.
You're glad
Dahlia's dead.
You hated her.
She was trying to do
the right thing
by her own lights.
Trying to survive in a world
that doesn't want us to.
But running numbers,
thieving? That was
a crap way to go about it.
She kept us fed.
- Kept us working.
- Kept us down.
Fighting each other
for Burguish scraps.
I thought if we were peaceful,
they'd show us mercy.
If we crept around,
only took what we needed,
they'd hear us and help.
Well, they heard us.
And there was no mercy.
Not for Dahlia,
not for Bolero and not for Oona.
Oona didn't die for nothing.
She was braver
than all of us.
But now we know the truth.
The Burguish don't give a damn
about what happens to us.
If the Bás Dubh
doesn't kill us,
the leggers will.
So we have to fight back.
Against tens of thousands
who've got us locked up
- and surrounded?
- We have
to show them that from now on,
if they cut us,
we will cut back.
If they shoot at us,
nail our heads against a wall,
they will pay for it
in their own blood.
Maybe then they'll think twice.
We're all angry, too.
But we aren't warriors.
The Raven were,
back in Tirnanoc.
That was a long time ago.
And look at us now.
Using lixer 'stead of
standing up for ourselves.
If the Raven
don't do something,
who else will?
Who else can?
Oh, sorry.
Yes, yes.
Give it a rest.
All right.
All right. All right!
What do you want from me?
Hmm?
Look, I am here now, aren't I?
So... so come on. Come on.
Let's have it.
Come out!
Come out, you ugly old witch.
Show yourself!
Who are you?
Don't know
what you were expecting.
Darius. Philo's friend.
He stashed me here.
Must've slipped his mind
that I was trespassing.
Right.
Course it did.
I'll go.
Uh, uh, yes, right.
Darius. Darius.
You-you were soldiers together.
You fought in Anoun.
Fought and lost, yeah.
You're not trespassing.
Sorry?
Oh, this isn't my place.
Not really.
So I don't have the right...
Anyway,
you fought in Tirnanoc.
You got some very nasty scars
to show for your trouble,
so it wouldn't be right of me
to turn you out, would it?
Tourmaline.
Okay.
Pleasure to meet you...
Tourmaline.
Do you like tea, Darius?
- You what?
- Tea?
Tea.
Yeah.
I like tea.
Hmm. Good. Sit down.
Sit down. Sit.
Hmm.
We should call in
those loans right away.
Once you have total control
of the factories...
It will be easy to get work
passes for your family now.
Get them off the Row.
No, not yet.
You leave them there...
in that open-air prison?
We can't risk
you being seen as a sympathizer.
I was there this morning,
on the Row.
If you'd seen it, Nilly,
if you'd smelt it.
That terrible sickness...
Even the little ones are dying.
I held one for a moment.
It was a tiny little Pix.
With the Bás Dubh?
It's a Pix disease.
It can't pass to humans.
Foolish risk.
Nilly, it was just such...
a tiny little thing.
It was just helpless.
And it is going to die,
I could see it,
because of me, because of us.
Are... you... done?
Done what?
Being... weak.
You were always soft-hearted.
You're the only one
who ever thought that.
Well, I'm the only one
that ever knew you.
Whenever your father
would beat me...
Because I'd misbehaved.
...when it was over,
oh, you'd always comfort me,
even if it earned you
a whipping of your own.
It was my fault.
If I had... been good...
- You were a child.
- So were you.
We were small. We had no power.
But we survived.
We did, and why was that?
Because we're strong.
Stronger than your father,
stronger than any of them.
- Yes.
- And we promised
we'd make him pay
for what he did to us.
Him and every man like him.
Yes.
Think of how far we've come.
All we've done to secure
your power and position.
Do you really want to risk it?
- No.
- Good, because one misstep,
and we could lose it all.
You're not chancellor yet.
- Night.
- Night.
Fergus? Is that you?
Mr. Spurnrose.
You caught me
at an awkward moment.
Never mind all that.
You're going
to help me, Fergus.
You must know where my sister
and Mr. Astrayon have gone.
Why would I know that, sir?
Well, you're still tending
to his affairs here.
Surely you must have a way
to communicate with them.
If I did, I wouldn't be
at liberty to say...
I know she loves him.
I know that, and...
I've accepted that.
It's clear Imogen has
no need for my approval,
no concern for
the grave embarrassment
her actions have caused me.
Can you imagine
the whole world talking
about how she's taken up
with a Puck?
Beg your pardon, sir,
but I took service with a faun.
I know right well
how people talk.
Yes. Yes, you would,
wouldn't you?
It's just...
Imogen is all the family
I have left in the world.
And I would much rather
lose my pride
than lose my only
sister forever.
Aye, sir.
- I can understand that.
- Then, please.
Please. I just want
to write to her, that's all.
Explain my narrow-mindedness.
If there's a chance that
I can make a peace between us,
I must try.
I must.
I have some troubling
news for you.
The last word I had
is that Mr. Astrayon and
Miss Imogen were aboard the Swan
when it was captured
off the coast of Ragusa.
It was captured?
It was a Pactist rebel group
called "the New Dawn."
So, Imogen is in...
She's in danger?
I couldn't say, sir,
but I know with the civil war
going on down there,
I don't think
you could get a letter to her.
Right.
And that is Ragusa,
you're quite sure?
I heard it directly from
a member of the Swan's crew,
who was released unharmed.
Fergus, um,
you are a loyal man,
and I do not wish
to patronize your position,
but it is the least
I can do.
Please.
Accepted.
You Critch-loving servant!
I know Vignette didn't tell you
about this place.
Is she here?
She might be.
You shouldn't be.
I heard someone call you
"Kaine," is that right?
Oona was brave.
I was there when she died.
She must have known it was her
last chance to do something.
For all the fae on the Row.
Vignette's got to hear
what I've got to say,
so I am going inside.
But I'm asking nicely.
Step aside, please.
Vignette?
- How did you find us?
- It wasn't a human
who killed your fellow Raven.
- You saying it was one of us?
- I found where it happened.
Well, Tourmaline did.
High up on the steeple
of Saint Van Arragorn's.
No human could've got there.
- Tourmaline found them?
- Just listen.
It's hard to understand,
but she's been having visions.
True visions.
Something to do with
the old Haruspex. The witch.
Led her right to the bodies.
Ask her yourself
if you don't believe me.
The point is,
the killer was not human.
Well, it was a human
who shot Oona.
Sergeant Dombey, correct?
No.
No, you can't go after a copper.
You've no idea
the world of shit
that will bring down
on the Row.
A worse world than this?
What more can they do to us?
Talk to them.
This makes no sense.
Why should I?
They're right.
But you don't know
the police like I do.
If you go after one of them,
the whole Row will burn.
They'll come for all of us.
They'll never let you pass
for one of them again.
You know that, right?
- This isn't about me.
- Hmm.
I think it is.
I think it's about us.
About me standing here
with my people.
And you standing there
with a choice.
Are you with us,
or are you with them?
I've got a plan to open the Row.
You? A half-blood bastard?
You're looking
at the half-blood bastard son
of Absalom Breakspear.
Incoming!
You may call me Leonora.
Why have I been left here?
I'm sure you'll find out
soon, ziska.
Agreus?
Cover! Attention!
Major Vir,
is it not?
Well, I would like
to talk to you discreetly.
I believe I can persuade
the chancellor to send aid
to the Pact in its battle
against the New Dawn.
This contract increases
your ownership stake
in my factory
by a considerable amount.
It's
a dark magic.
She breathed
something into me.
Suddenly it was like I was
inside someone else.
Did you know
about the Black Raven's plan?
It was my plan.
You need to come quick.
They killed Dahlia and Bolero.
How the hell'd
they get 'em up there?
Still playing detective, then.
Crime's been committed.
Police'll have to investigate.
Heads on spikes, again.
The police probably did this.
Philo!
Here, keep 'em back, lads.
Ah, that's a nasty business.
It's fucked.
So what do you reckon?
Happened sometime between
3:00 and 4:00 in the morning.
Guards probably saw something,
but they won't talk, not to me.
- Right.
- Berwick!
Collared our man already?
We sent for your lot hours ago.
What, before breakfast?
Look, lads, someone's made
a mess on our lovely wall.
No one's gone
anywhere near it.
Preserved the scene.
You mean this scene?
This crime scene right here?
Careful, Sarge.
You don't want to destroy
any important evidence,
now do we?
In a couple of hours,
this'll be all over the Row.
Well, we can't have that,
can we?
When word gets out
police came, did nothing,
it'll get nasty.
Well, the Black Raven
should have thought about that
before they tried to kill
the chancellor.
- What?
- Last night.
A gang of them tried to slit
young Breakspear's throat.
That's not what I heard.
Well, I was there.
I took one of them
down myself.
So whoever did this
did us a favor.
Fuck them.
Fuck off.
Let's go, lads.
Who the hell does
this Philostrate think he is?
The only good Critch
is a dead Critch.
Ain't that right, lads?
Eh?
Watch it!
It's him.
- He killed Oona.
- Don't. Not here.
Like I'll get another chance.
You'll only get
yourself killed.
She wouldn't want that.
Come on, lads.
Thatch!
- Point made.
- Sorry, Philo.
But you can't fix this
by following the rules.
Rules weren't made for us.
Go on.
Get 'em down.
They deserve a proper send-off.
The fae are getting enraged.
It's not safe for you here now.
Chancellor's man?
Yes, but I had to speak to you.
Listen. Last night,
Lady Fortune smiled on us.
- We got lucky.
- Lucky how?
The chancellor was humiliated.
He was mortified.
He may even topple from power
without you having to stick
your neck out, so let's wait.
No more talk about making
your lineage public.
There's no time to wait.
Yeah.
But last night I got a new idea.
One that may force open the
gates of the Row even sooner.
- Explain.
- No.
I don't want you to be involved.
If it succeeds,
you'll see the results.
But, um...
if I fail and get arrested,
well, we'll go back
to your original plan.
So you came all this way
to ask me to keep my trap shut.
No.
To ask you to trust me.
I'll keep my trap shut.
For now.
Good man. Thank you.
Come along. Inside we go.
Last night, our inner sanctum
was attacked by fanatics.
But crude and violent
though their methods were,
we are not blind to
the suffering of the fae folk
on Carnival Row.
We bring food,
medicine.
The Burgue will always
reach out its hand
to the helpless
and humble.
It's not a human disease.
Only the Pix can catch it.
All the same, I'd rather not
take that chance.
He's gone.
Here. I hope these help.
Thank you.
There are more of these
where they came from,
I assure you.
Thank you, my dear.
It's as if you were sent
by the Martyr himself.
This will not be forgotten.
The Burgue will do everything
in its power
to ease the suffering here.
Miss, please.
- Can you help my baby, miss?
- No.
- She needs medicine, too.
- Sorry.
- Please.
- I...
Sorry, I...
Please, miss, please.
Please don't let
my baby die.
Madam, please hold still.
We must capture this moment.
And...
Philo? Philo.
Come here.
You're gonna think
I've gone completely barmy.
What is it?
Have you been having...
odd dreams and visions
and that sort of thing?
What?
No.
Shit.
We were both there when
the Haruspex breathed her last,
so I just thought you might...
No?
Never mind.
Spit it out.
All right.
Everyone knew
that old witch had the sight.
Right?
Now, I think
that when she died, she...
she did something to me.
I saw the two Black Raven die.
In a vision.
A vision?
I didn't think it was real.
Not until I saw those heads
on the wall this morning
and I realized what I saw was...
I saw them
get attacked
on a church spire.
There was this...
hideous gargoyle.
And then, when I woke up,
my hands were covered
in rabbit's guts.
And if that wasn't
disgusting enough,
yesterday,
it was a poor cat.
Right after I'd seen this
military man getting jumped.
You had a vision of
a military man getting jumped?
Thank you, Philo.
I realize I'm completely insane.
Army soldier.
Outside a brick barracks
across the river?
How do you know that?
Tell me everything you saw.
Major Vir.
Thank you for meeting.
Mr. Millworthy.
Let me be brief.
The weapons
your government wants,
well, they can have them.
In a matter of weeks,
not months,
if necessary.
All you have to do is ask.
And you'd be prepared
to broker this deal?
Your ambassador spoke
of the need
to prevent an unnatural alliance
between fae and human cultures.
I find I agree,
and I wish
to offer my assistance.
Curious.
I had been given
to understand
that you've spent
your short political career
advocating
for the rights of the fae.
Dear me, huh?
I must get better spies.
I assure you,
there is no ulterior motive.
With respect,
Mr. Millworthy,
if you plan
to last long in politics,
I advise you to develop
an ulterior motive.
Preferably two or three.
Yes. Perhaps I should.
Very well.
I'll bring your...
offer to my ambassador.
Don't let me down,
Mr. Millworthy.
They won't investigate.
But I will.
You know, I've always respected
the Black Raven.
Yeah, they're flashy fuckers,
but efficient.
And they knew how to keep
to their patch.
Glad they got
a decent send-off.
Good.
Then you won't mind
helping me out.
No. No more favors.
I don't work with police.
I'm not police.
Not anymore.
But you're asking me
to get a message to a copper.
Constable Berwick, yeah.
He's one of the good ones.
And you wonder
why everyone in here hates you.
Listen, mate.
You know what I do?
I run a gang.
Dress it up how you like,
but that's what
it comes down to.
The Black Raven...
they're a gang.
I respect that.
But coppers...
you're a gang, too.
Just bigger and meaner.
But you?
You go around
pretending you're not.
Your head's
still in the gang,
but the rest of you's stuck
in here with the rest of us.
This is not about me.
Do you not give a fuck
what happens to the Row?
I'm a businessman,
Mr. Philostrate,
and what the Black Raven
just did
was very, very bad
for business.
Good luck to them.
But she got what was coming.
Nobody deserves
to die like that.
They knew the risks.
Pulling that stunt
in front of the chancellor.
Made him look weak.
He can't let that go.
They were asking for help.
Then they're idiots.
The only help any of us lot are
ever gonna get from the Burgue
is more boots up our arses.
Which reminds me,
you can take your Marrok friend
with you when you go.
We had a deal.
Darius stays here.
Yeah, well, that was before
your missus and her mates
made all that trouble.
Take it up with her,
if you like.
But you get
your pal out of here.
Where is he supposed to go?
Not my puppy,
not my problem.
You want him off your hands,
you deliver my message.
Or I could toss him in the alley
with the rest of the strays!
You really want a Marrok for
an enemy at a time like this?
I thought
you were a businessman.
All right!
What's the message?
Where we going?
The only place I can be sure
no one'll bother you.
Not your place, then.
We don't need a guard dog
right now, thanks.
So, you and the missus,
settling down, then?
The missus...
...she'd rather get winged
than settle down.
Miserable sod like you...
can't say that I blame her.
It's this place.
The Row.
There's no peace here
for people like us.
People like us
don't get peace.
Not anywhere.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Orphans.
Martyrites. Soldiers.
We have to see the world
as it is.
The world is what you make it.
The world is shit, Philo.
And here I thought
you'd be the one to cheer me up.
Yeah, well, prison and war have
set me straight on a few things.
I'm a changed man.
In more ways than one.
You're not the only one.
Yeah, I heard you made
a spectacle of yourself
up at the palace.
Philo Breakspear's debut.
It didn't come off.
The Ravens showed up.
Vingette probably sent 'em.
Did she?
Well, good on her.
She knows what she's about,
your missus.
Does she?
She's thinks I'm still police.
Oh, I wonder where
she got that idea from.
I'm half Critch,
for fuck's sake.
Do you know
what your trouble is?
No. Tell me, Darius,
what's my trouble?
Your trouble is, being a Critch
isn't in your heart,
it's in your head.
Mm.
- You done?
- Yeah, I'm done.
Well, let's get you off the road
before you get hungry.
Oh...
That's low, Philo.
That is fucking low.
Sir.
We have orders to take you
to the chancellor.
Mr. Millworthy.
Chancellor.
I, uh...
I seem to remember
that I appointed you
as my special advisor
because I was in need
of a steadying influence.
An honest man.
Was I mistaken?
Chancellor, I have always been
truthful and frank with you,
to, uh...
to the best of my ability.
And I shall always be.
Then please enlighten me
as to why you were seen
at the funeral
of the very Pix
that attacked
the banquet last night.
I made no secret
of attending the funeral, sir.
I have longstanding
relationships with the Pix.
As you know, Chancellor.
Indeed, I do.
I'm going to ask you
a very important question,
and I'll ask it only once.
Understood?
Did you know
that the Black Raven
planned to disrupt
our reception?
- No, sir, I did not.
- Are you sure?
I have never been
more surprised in my life.
And my life has been...
quite surprising.
- Dismissed.
- Sir.
The, uh...
...Pact ambassador's
aide-de-camp...
Uh, Major Vir?
Vir, yes.
He's, uh...
he's just made the rudest,
most irritating request.
Has he, now?
Gentlemen,
we need not descend
into girlish hysteria simply
because the Pact have asked
for their weapons sooner.
I propose that,
on a limited basis,
we reopen Carnival Row.
After what happened
at Balefire?
With that Pix disease
running rampant?
- Preposterous.
- Let Miss Longerbane finish, Nigel.
Thank you, Chancellor.
I think we can all agree
that we need these fae workers
back in our factories
to ramp up production
and meet
this new deadline.
We can do it, gentlemen,
if you have the will.
We'd only pay them token wages,
of course.
Let the strongest of them
out on day release.
That could...
mollify the Row
and the ambassador,
in the bargain.
Precisely so, Chancellor.
A sound plan,
Miss Longerbane.
Then our parties can agree.
Chancellor, a word?
- What is it now, Winetrout?
- Forgive me, sir,
but I must warn you
about Miss Longerbane.
She plays the humanitarian,
sir, but her project is profit.
Profit and larceny.
I've never seen
- a more dec...
- What profit are you talking about, Winetrout?
Those factories
she's so keen to reopen.
She owns those factories.
She's been buying them up
behind our backs.
And you have proof
of this, do you?
Chancellor,
she's covered her tracks well.
- But I can and will find hard evidence.
- I suggest
you bring it to me then
and stop wasting my time
with partisan slander.
Hmm? Come back to me
when you've proof.
Not before.
But, Chancellor, surely...
Please don't oblige me
to call the guards.
Good day to you, Mr. Winetrout.
Sir.
Hello?
- Ah! Mr. Spurnrose.
- Ah!
Mr. Pembroke.
Louisa.
Surely you're not moving?
We should miss you terribly.
Not at all. Just...
getting rid of some old relics.
Has there been any word
of Imogen?
None. Uh, see,
the damned Puck is... Well,
he's hiding her too well.
Sorry. Uh...
I beg your pardon. What
is your reason for visiting?
We've heard rumors.
- Just rumors, of course.
- Louisa.
Well, he ought to know
what people are saying.
It's better he hear it
from us than
some interfering busybodies.
Yes, of course. Uh...
What are these rumors?
It's been suggested
that your sister
was not kidnapped at all.
That she went with the Puck
of her own free will.
That is, uh...
outrageous.
That's what I said.
Absolute nonsense.
And, um,
who is spreading this slander?
Well, my char
heard it from a cook,
who heard it from her sister,
who heard it from
the Puck's man.
The valet.
Fergus, I think his name was?
But you know how
servants talk.
The man seems awfully loyal.
Telling anyone who'd
listen that his master
and Imogen actually eloped.
- Preposterous.
- Yes.
Well, I can trust
that you won't, uh,
dignify such lies any longer.
- Of course not.
- Of course.
Of course.
Of course.
Sure that you
can see yourselves out.
Thank you for your time.
Philo.
We've been at this all day.
This is the last bloody church
I'm taking you to.
Tourmaline?
Yeah?
That gargoyle.
Is that what you saw?
Yeah, that's it.
The exact one.
Good.
Then this is the place.
Well, um, I'd best
leave you to it, then.
No. We might need you.
Please.
Careful.
Well, I found the bodies.
Oh!
I... I'm gonna be sick.
How the fuck they end up there?
What killer could take out
two Black Raven on a steeple?
Not a human. That's clear.
Must have been a Pix.
Same one that did
the lieutenant, maybe.
Give us a hand.
Is there anything more you
can tell us about the killer?
No, I never saw him.
I just saw through his eyes.
I saw the old Haruspex read
the guts of a critter once.
That's how the visions
are made, isn't it?
Oh, no. No, no, no. No.
It's evil magic, Philo.
All right.
That's the worst part.
It's over.
If it doesn't work, at least
you'll know you tried.
I hate you.
What the bloody hell?
Filthy Critch!
Tourmaline?
What happened?
What did you see?
Kaine.
Kaine!
What?
We're not giving up that easy.
Our dead wouldn't want that.
You're glad
Dahlia's dead.
You hated her.
She was trying to do
the right thing
by her own lights.
Trying to survive in a world
that doesn't want us to.
But running numbers,
thieving? That was
a crap way to go about it.
She kept us fed.
- Kept us working.
- Kept us down.
Fighting each other
for Burguish scraps.
I thought if we were peaceful,
they'd show us mercy.
If we crept around,
only took what we needed,
they'd hear us and help.
Well, they heard us.
And there was no mercy.
Not for Dahlia,
not for Bolero and not for Oona.
Oona didn't die for nothing.
She was braver
than all of us.
But now we know the truth.
The Burguish don't give a damn
about what happens to us.
If the Bás Dubh
doesn't kill us,
the leggers will.
So we have to fight back.
Against tens of thousands
who've got us locked up
- and surrounded?
- We have
to show them that from now on,
if they cut us,
we will cut back.
If they shoot at us,
nail our heads against a wall,
they will pay for it
in their own blood.
Maybe then they'll think twice.
We're all angry, too.
But we aren't warriors.
The Raven were,
back in Tirnanoc.
That was a long time ago.
And look at us now.
Using lixer 'stead of
standing up for ourselves.
If the Raven
don't do something,
who else will?
Who else can?
Oh, sorry.
Yes, yes.
Give it a rest.
All right.
All right. All right!
What do you want from me?
Hmm?
Look, I am here now, aren't I?
So... so come on. Come on.
Let's have it.
Come out!
Come out, you ugly old witch.
Show yourself!
Who are you?
Don't know
what you were expecting.
Darius. Philo's friend.
He stashed me here.
Must've slipped his mind
that I was trespassing.
Right.
Course it did.
I'll go.
Uh, uh, yes, right.
Darius. Darius.
You-you were soldiers together.
You fought in Anoun.
Fought and lost, yeah.
You're not trespassing.
Sorry?
Oh, this isn't my place.
Not really.
So I don't have the right...
Anyway,
you fought in Tirnanoc.
You got some very nasty scars
to show for your trouble,
so it wouldn't be right of me
to turn you out, would it?
Tourmaline.
Okay.
Pleasure to meet you...
Tourmaline.
Do you like tea, Darius?
- You what?
- Tea?
Tea.
Yeah.
I like tea.
Hmm. Good. Sit down.
Sit down. Sit.
Hmm.
We should call in
those loans right away.
Once you have total control
of the factories...
It will be easy to get work
passes for your family now.
Get them off the Row.
No, not yet.
You leave them there...
in that open-air prison?
We can't risk
you being seen as a sympathizer.
I was there this morning,
on the Row.
If you'd seen it, Nilly,
if you'd smelt it.
That terrible sickness...
Even the little ones are dying.
I held one for a moment.
It was a tiny little Pix.
With the Bás Dubh?
It's a Pix disease.
It can't pass to humans.
Foolish risk.
Nilly, it was just such...
a tiny little thing.
It was just helpless.
And it is going to die,
I could see it,
because of me, because of us.
Are... you... done?
Done what?
Being... weak.
You were always soft-hearted.
You're the only one
who ever thought that.
Well, I'm the only one
that ever knew you.
Whenever your father
would beat me...
Because I'd misbehaved.
...when it was over,
oh, you'd always comfort me,
even if it earned you
a whipping of your own.
It was my fault.
If I had... been good...
- You were a child.
- So were you.
We were small. We had no power.
But we survived.
We did, and why was that?
Because we're strong.
Stronger than your father,
stronger than any of them.
- Yes.
- And we promised
we'd make him pay
for what he did to us.
Him and every man like him.
Yes.
Think of how far we've come.
All we've done to secure
your power and position.
Do you really want to risk it?
- No.
- Good, because one misstep,
and we could lose it all.
You're not chancellor yet.
- Night.
- Night.
Fergus? Is that you?
Mr. Spurnrose.
You caught me
at an awkward moment.
Never mind all that.
You're going
to help me, Fergus.
You must know where my sister
and Mr. Astrayon have gone.
Why would I know that, sir?
Well, you're still tending
to his affairs here.
Surely you must have a way
to communicate with them.
If I did, I wouldn't be
at liberty to say...
I know she loves him.
I know that, and...
I've accepted that.
It's clear Imogen has
no need for my approval,
no concern for
the grave embarrassment
her actions have caused me.
Can you imagine
the whole world talking
about how she's taken up
with a Puck?
Beg your pardon, sir,
but I took service with a faun.
I know right well
how people talk.
Yes. Yes, you would,
wouldn't you?
It's just...
Imogen is all the family
I have left in the world.
And I would much rather
lose my pride
than lose my only
sister forever.
Aye, sir.
- I can understand that.
- Then, please.
Please. I just want
to write to her, that's all.
Explain my narrow-mindedness.
If there's a chance that
I can make a peace between us,
I must try.
I must.
I have some troubling
news for you.
The last word I had
is that Mr. Astrayon and
Miss Imogen were aboard the Swan
when it was captured
off the coast of Ragusa.
It was captured?
It was a Pactist rebel group
called "the New Dawn."
So, Imogen is in...
She's in danger?
I couldn't say, sir,
but I know with the civil war
going on down there,
I don't think
you could get a letter to her.
Right.
And that is Ragusa,
you're quite sure?
I heard it directly from
a member of the Swan's crew,
who was released unharmed.
Fergus, um,
you are a loyal man,
and I do not wish
to patronize your position,
but it is the least
I can do.
Please.
Accepted.
You Critch-loving servant!
I know Vignette didn't tell you
about this place.
Is she here?
She might be.
You shouldn't be.
I heard someone call you
"Kaine," is that right?
Oona was brave.
I was there when she died.
She must have known it was her
last chance to do something.
For all the fae on the Row.
Vignette's got to hear
what I've got to say,
so I am going inside.
But I'm asking nicely.
Step aside, please.
Vignette?
- How did you find us?
- It wasn't a human
who killed your fellow Raven.
- You saying it was one of us?
- I found where it happened.
Well, Tourmaline did.
High up on the steeple
of Saint Van Arragorn's.
No human could've got there.
- Tourmaline found them?
- Just listen.
It's hard to understand,
but she's been having visions.
True visions.
Something to do with
the old Haruspex. The witch.
Led her right to the bodies.
Ask her yourself
if you don't believe me.
The point is,
the killer was not human.
Well, it was a human
who shot Oona.
Sergeant Dombey, correct?
No.
No, you can't go after a copper.
You've no idea
the world of shit
that will bring down
on the Row.
A worse world than this?
What more can they do to us?
Talk to them.
This makes no sense.
Why should I?
They're right.
But you don't know
the police like I do.
If you go after one of them,
the whole Row will burn.
They'll come for all of us.
They'll never let you pass
for one of them again.
You know that, right?
- This isn't about me.
- Hmm.
I think it is.
I think it's about us.
About me standing here
with my people.
And you standing there
with a choice.
Are you with us,
or are you with them?